Chapter 118

Along his spine, from just below that colorful frill which was alternating between vermilion and ocher, to the curve of his muscled rump, was the ridge of stiff cartilage—so handy for being towed—that rippled with emotion. His tail curled around his lower leg, where fin-like appendages of an olive green grew along his calves. His feet ended in long, webbed toes, which would drive him through the water of the lagoon with amazing speed.

I sighed and went into his arms, hugging him close to me and pulling his head down to mine.My dragon. I nibbled at the corner of his muzzle.My own dragonHow could you doubt I’d like what I see?